Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

hand over his mouth, stopping him. His frustration was evident as he stared at

him anymore.. Just the thought

politician? No wonder the Colemans had him in their pocket-they were

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. "Turn those off,

document was that he hated being bossed around. With the clock ticking, I figured I'd agitate more than just his libido-his blood pressure needed a boost too. "Who are you

lying on the couch, sinking into its softness as he loomed over me. His face was in my neck. I could smell his cologne and feel his arousal pressing against me. "That's just for my safety, bitch," he growled. "I didn't know high-class escorts were so fussy about cameras. Most of the women I hire love it, so why don't you?" "Fuck? A high-class escort?" I pointed to myself as I glared at him. "Are you

dealt with-whether they were the ones I bought or seduced for some fleeting pleasure-none of them had ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips near

could feel his nails pressing into my

was already under my spell. He'd tried to assert dominance by refusing to turn off the CCTV

A famous politician... but a puppet

tight grip on my chin before pointing to the two cameras I'd noticed earlier. "Turn that

let someone else see me naked... screaming your name while you fuck me

got up, grabbed

the hidden camera remained. Did he think I wouldn't

said, returning to his earlier position.

to my neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his lips desperate and unrelenting. "You smell amazing, Luna. It suits your name perfectly," he murmured, his

couldn't help but chuckle at his compliment. If the real Luna heard that, she'd probably gag and yank me by the hair for using her

scowling and throwing a tantrum

his rough hand

wearing a bra beneath my dress, I

a sharp pain infiltrated me. It was as if something was clawing its way out of my body. The pain was unbearable, forcing me to close